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There is something muted about it.About all of it.The very feelings she elicits in you,are the same feelings that will turn her offIf you share.Sic (sic) of writing about it.Even your thoughts are mumbles now.Why her?She excites you.Mentally.Well, not only.Skin like electric silk.It is something that youwantcraveneed.She sees the things in youThat you wish you could.That you want to.Desperately.And she tells you.Casually.As if her words hadn’t just lifted you up.And up.And then the moment is gone.You grasp for it.Futilely.Your one move…Your one choice…Your one hopeis to try to forget it.And you get close.Your thoughts almost clear.